"hmmm…"
Jezebeth scowled as he fixed his gaze on Ren, who appeared to have lost his soul.
'…Is this really how he used to be?'
Overlapping his image with the image of the man he knew, Jezebeth only felt disgust.
"To think that the death of someone so insignificant was all it took to reduce you into this state…"
In reality, it most likely wasn't just that. He was currently in this mental condition as a result of discovering the genuine facts about his existence and the death of one his comrades.
The man he knew was someone that closely resembled him. Someone that would do anything to achieve his goals.
It was exactly because he was like this that Jezebeth liked him.
Unfortunately, this version of him that was before him was a far cry from the figure he remembered.
In any case, this didn't concern Jezebeth.
'Should I just kill him?'